No sooner had I steppÕd into these pleasures
Than I began to think of rhymes and measures:
The air that floated by me seemÕd to say
ÔWrite! thou wilt never have a better day.Õ
- John Keats
(to Charles Cowden Clarke, lines 97-100)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 192
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Private Places
Chapter Three
Maria sat, giving a little moan as her bottom once again made
contact with the floor. Silently, fearing greatly that mistress, especially
with her own husband secretly watching, might beat her again, Maria
parted her lips. ÒWider, girl, IÕve used several kleenexes,Ó mistress
admonished. Maria, looking strangely pretty now, opened her lips wider to
receive BillyÕs spermload. Mistress pushed the wad of kleenex into the
girlÕs mouth, then eased MariaÕs lips shut, for the girl was as reluctant to
close her lips as sheÕd been to open them. Mistress patted MariaÕs cheek.
ÒThere, there. Now chew, dear. Sperm is edible, and tissue paper wonÕt
hurt you. Chew and swallow your dessert properly. When youÕre done you
can kiss Billie for being your studly provider.Ó
Maria sat with a shocked look on her face, her lips not moving.
Mistress drew back her hand, as if to slap her. At once Maria began
chewing, just a little, her eyes big and her nose wiggling as if she wished
for all the world to somehow disappear into thin air. How humiliating! To
actually eat the sperm of a nerd! Well, he was a virgin at least, so there
was no risk of disease. Yet I myself would rather have been kidnapped by
pirates and force fed on their genitals for a month than eat sperm from an
ugly nerd. Maria chewed slowly.
ÒFaster, dear, or are you savoring the taste?Ó mistress asked. We
were all watching her, us girls pitying her, the boys entranced.
ÒNo,Ó Maria mumbled, her mouth quite full.
ÒWell, chew it up and get it down,Ó mistress said. ÒYouÕve still got
your hot dog to eat, I see, and itÕs gotten cold now. IÕll use it for a prop in
my lecture on anal sex if you donÕt eat it.Ó
Yikes! I picked up my own hot dog, which IÕd just taken one bite of,
and immediately found a new interest in consuming it. Barbi and even
Sara did the same. Mistress laughed. ÒSee, boys? These girls donÕt waste
food. IÕve got them well trained. Now, where were we? Oh yes, I have my
own hot dog, donÕt I? Well, I need this to be whole a little while longer,
for we must see what is the proper use of a condom, mustnÕt we?Ó She
laughed, enjoying herself. Her bosoms moved within her still-buttoned
jacket.
Mistress picked up her hot dog off the floor. ÒNow boys, letÕs
pretend this is your penis,Ó mistress said. I glanced at their crotches.
They were still bulging, all but Billie, and I knew they were eager to lose
their virginity on this night, if they could. They were quite attentive as
mistress began the next portion of her lecture, even more so than theyÕd
been before. ÒFirst you should wet your cock, so the condom will slide on
smoothly,Ó mistress said. ÒHave a friend do it for you,Ó she advised, then
added quickly: ÒA GIRL friend, boys. DonÕt be slathering each other up in
the restroom during intermission, hoping your dates will give you
permission.Ó Mistress stuck out her tongue and daintily licked her hot dog.
Soon it gleamed anew with her saliva. Having gotten the condom packet
open, she placed the open end of the rubber over the tip of the dog and
began unrolling it. The boys watched, mesmerized, as the rubber slowly
encased the long dog. Finally the rubber was unrolled, leaving just a part
of the hot dog uncovered, at the bottom.
Mistress put her hand behind herself and took a small jar of vaseline
from the coffee table. IÕd not even seen it sitting there, it had been so
small and innocuous. But the boys might have seen it, and wondered at it,
for they offered to grease up the hot dog for her.
ÒNo, IÕm going to do this myself, boys, because youÕll be busy enough
soon with your own cocks,Ó mistress replied. ÒThis one is mine.Ó She
lifted the hem of her business jacket, so formal and proper, and placed the
nose of the dog directly against her cuntlips. ÒNow watch, boys. IÕm only
going to fuck myself once tonight. ItÕs not the most elegant thing for a
hostess to do at her own party, you know. Watch now, see how I can stick
the hot dog right into myself? ThatÕs because I have a vagina. Billy, can
you say vagina?Ó
ÒVagina,Ó Billy announced.
ÒThatÕs right, Billy. This is where your penis should be when it
spurts out its sperm. Not in your pants. Yours has never been in a place
like this, has it?Ó
ÒActually, when he was born, he must have come out through his
MOTHERÕS-Ó Egbert began.
ÒTch! Egbert, I had such high hopes for you,Ó mistress scolded.
ÒThatÕs not something IÕm referring to when IÕm asking whether or not
BillieÕs experienced. You boys! You really must get active and involved in
this world. Coming out of his motherÕs vagina when he was born, so that
counts as having an experienced penis...REALLY!Ó Mistress bit her lip and
slid the hotdog deeper.
ÒMmm, I still remember my first one,Ó she said, musing. ÒWhen I
was 13, Fury, just like you. He was so big, and strong, and handsome, a
part-time lifeguard at the beach. I used to tease him, never thinking,
really, what might happen. One day he simply told me to come behind the
lifeguard stand with him, pulled my panties right down in back, bent me
over, and put himself into me. I was so shocked! I didnÕt know what to do!
IÕd been eating an ice cream cone and it fell right onto my breasts, melting
on them, getting into my bra as he forced himself into me and humped me.
But he was gentle, IÕll give him that. Strong and determined but willing to
let me catch up with him, and willing to help me too, but sticking a hand
into my panties and rubbing me nicely, with his experienced fingers. HeÕd
had girls before, even though he was only 16. He knew exactly how to do a
girl so she could feel good and come when he did. Such a silly boy! He
pulled a towel over us once weÕd begun, so it wouldnÕt be so obvious what
we were doing! Just about the time we were done his boss came by, and
lifted up the towel, and looked right into my eyes! He was a hunky dude,
about 21. Instead of balling us out he ripped down my bra and cupped my
breasts and massaged them for me as I climaxed with Rod (that was his
name) up my cunt. I was really dazed when it was all over, and RodÕs boss
suspended him for two weeks for taking such a risk with me, right there
on the beach, where anyone could have seen us. Rod and me simply spent
the next two weeks in his bedroom, enjoying the extra time weÕd been
given to learn about each other, and fuck. And do you know what Rod said
when his boss got mad at him? He said, ÒSir, I know sheÕs younger than
me, but sheÕs been teasing me all summer, and a Man can only take so
much.Ó I thought that was quite a statement. Here heÕd been trying so
hard, all summer, to resist me, but IÕd finally won, and lost too, my
virginity, you know.Ó
Mistress sighed. SheÕd been moving the hot dog in and out of herself
as she talked, savoring the feeling of being fucked, enjoying the fact that
her own hand could control her pleasure. And, from the waist up, she
looked so demure! Her jacket was still neatly buttoned, fresh from the
cleaners, she might have been presiding at a business meeting, from the
looks of it, except she looked a little too happy now to be doing that!
ÒMaria, itÕs your turn,Ó mistress said finally. She hadnÕt cum or
anything, just enjoyed having something long and firm inside herself for a
few minutes. Poor Maria, though! Her cheeks were still bulging from the
wad of kleenex, and now she was being given a used hot dog dildo to fuck
herself with. ÒYou wontÕ have to lick it, unless you want to,Ó mistress
advised her. ÒItÕs nice and wet.Ó
Maria took the hot dog, contemplated it a moment, and finally opened
her flower-soft cunt lips and inserted its slickness into her. As she
continued dutifully chewing on the kleenex she began to fuck herself with
the hotdog. Mistress, meanwhile, told the boys to take off their pants and
put on condoms so they would be ready when the opportunity came to prove
themselves upon us. Quickly the boys complied. They began hollaring with
joy, and mistress had to tell them to shut up or theyÕd find themselves
pantless and out the front door. ÒYouÕll have to hitch a ride home along the
roadside, hoping some gay truck driver will pick you up,Ó mistress said. I
realized that the boys must have come in a cab, and theyÕd need to call one
to get home. They didnÕt even have cars! What nerds! Did they ride their
bicycles to computer class each day? I guessed they must. And I
wondered if their bikes still had training wheels on them. ÔFour wheels
are safer than two,Õ I could just hear one of them assuring me.
Six fine cocks soon presented themselves, which proved mistress
must have ÔvettedÕ substantially more boys before selecting these six. I
guess she didnÕt want to be too cruel to us. At least we could pride
ourselves on being taken by proper cocks, not ones that were too little, or
had warts or moles on them, or something.
ÒSix virgin cocks! My, my,Ó Sara exclaimed. She felt a little special
seeing them, as I did. Certainly we would never have wanted to ÔvetÕ a
bunch of boys to find the few virgins who had good cocks, but mistress had
done all that for us. We had simply to receive. Mistress, though, wasnÕt
done with her lecturing.
ÒBoys, lets go over a few other items before you get your reward
tonight for being so good,Ó mistress announced. ÒThese here now, that IÕve
just taken out of this little box...did you think there was more food in this
box, tubby? No, these are not edible. These harnesses with red balls on
them are called ball gags. Girls, would you each please put one on? I want
the boys to feel theyÕre totally in control tonight. Maybe it will help them
get over their fear of girls.Ó She passed the ball gags to us and, very
reluctantly, we buckled each other into them. It took a few minutes to get
it done. The boys watched, visibly fascinated. I could see they wanted to
rub their cocks as they watched. They were probably used to masturbating
whenever they became aroused, and it must have been very hard for them
to wait.
We sat at last before them, like pretty slaves, our faces harnessed
and ball gags inserted between our lips, forcing them open, making us
unable to talk. I wondered how Wellesley College would address the issue
of getting permission from a girl who was gagged. It would be difficult,
wouldnÕt it? What if I decided to say ÔnoÕ now? Perhaps Wellesley would
consider addressing this, especially for the girl who was not only gagged,
but bound as IÕd been the previous day, over a trestle, with my hair falling
down over my face and my legs spread wide open behind me. Ah, well. I
had many years to go before I was big enough for college. But IÕd be sure
to ask, when I got there. IÕd speak up in the ÔGender Sensitivity Training
ClassÕ and say, ÒExcuse me, please, but when I was 13 I was bent over a
trestle, gagged, and shielded by my hair from even being seen, with my ass
propped high and my cunt yanked open, and I was speculating, you know,
what if I changed my mind halfway through? How would I tell the gang of
pirates that was fucking me on the high seas that I was bored with being a
kidnapped love slave and raped every day, and wanted to go home?Õ
ÔOh, well!Õ the woman would answer. ÔOf course the pirates would
free you at once, and go back to studying philosophy, and just as soon as
they got through raping and plundering theyÕd let you off at the nearest
port, and bid you ÔGood day,Õ and remind you to save you Oceans Ahoy
Frequent Rape Victim Miles in case you wanted to sail with them again.Õ
Yes, thatÕs how it would be.
ÒGirls, would you please show your cunts?Ó mistress asked us.
Gagged, wide-eyed, we complied. What else could we do? We opened our
thighs, pushed up our shifts a little (as needed), and spread ourselves with
our fingers.
ÒStudy them, boys,Ó mistress said. ÒThose are real cunts, not photos
in Penthouse. ArenÕt they cute? Get close to them, look at them closely,
find the clit of each girl with your tongue. Take turns, boys, I want each
of you to examine each girl. WeÕll fuck in a little while. Right now weÕre
still learning.Ó
I leaned back, still dutifully holding myself open, as Tubby came
close and began his inspection of me. As his fingers took over from my
own, parting me himself, mistress appeared beside me and urged me to lie
back on the rug.
ÒYou might as well enjoy it, dears,Ó she said, addressing all of us.
ÒThese boys are going to make you swoon, because each of them is going to
have to find your special spot with his tongue and pleasure it for you a
little, so I know heÕs found it. Just lie back on the rug and enjoy it, as a
certain Texas Republican once said. ThereÕs nothing you can do anyway to
prevent it.Ó Realizing that we might cry out and, if ungagged, our sighs of
bliss would be the first the boys had ever heard (in real life, I mean, not
T.V.), mistress reluctantly decided to unbuckle our ball gags. With expert
fingers she lifted each of our heads up and freed our mouths. I gasped,
enjoying my oral freedom. It was nice to be able to wiggle my tongue
around again, and close my lips. Billy, meanwhile, was busy discovering
how to imprison his own tongue in my muffin.
I lay on the rug looking at the ceiling for a little bit, feeling TubbyÕs
tongue as it wormed into my most private place. I turned my head, saw
Barbi lying beside me. We shared a consoling kiss. This was what our
master wanted. We were pleasing him, I told myself, not these stupid
nerds whoÕd never seen a girl before.
ÒThatÕs good, boys,Ó mistress said encouragingly at our feet, urging
on her charges. A bit later, after Barbi and I had gasped into each otherÕs
mouths, sharing our passion, sheÕd had them switch, Egbert taking TubbyÕs
place, while Tubby himself wound up with Maria, and Billy with Sara, who
seemed the least offended by it all, happy to provide feminine comforts to
boys whoÕd never had any.
Mistress, never one to miss a chance for increased depravity, rose
and warmed more hotdogs on the grill while the boys continued exploring
us with their tongues. When the hotdogs were nice and warm, but not too
hot, she encased each one in its own condom, and greased it with a bit of
vaseline. Then she made us girls roll over on our tummies and, to our
dismay, lift up our shifts in back.
MY BEST FRIEND
IÕd like you to meet a good friend of mine. His name is Mr. Hand. He
and I have been together for a long time. You and your sweetheart may
have had a long, loving relationship. But Mr. Hand and I have had an even
longer loving relationship.
Sometimes, admit it; your sweetheart has a headache. Mr. Hand
never has a headache. Through thick and thin, weÕve stuck together.
(Sometimes Mr. Hand has even been stuck to me.) When you meet me, and I
shake your hand, remember where my Mr. Hand has been. Yes, heÕs been up
my butt, and around my penis. He knows me intimately. So when I offer
you my Mr. Hand, itÕs not an idle gesture. ItÕs my way of saying, even
though this hand of mine is special to me, IÕm willing to share it with you.
Sometimes, I use Mr. Hand in public. When my nose is clogged, Mr.
Hand is there, to remove my boogers for me. When I need to pick my teeth,
Mr. Hand puts a finger straightaway into my mouth to help me. Does your
sweetheart do that for you? When IÕm sick, Mr. Hand comes into the
bathroom with me to help me throw up. Mr. Hand is even my public
relations expert: When I see someone I donÕt like, Mr. Hand is ready with
the finger for him. I suppose thatÕs why I consider my Mr. Hand to be a
very handy fellow.
Some people say a good right arm is the most important thing a man
can have. But I say, not without the hand! An arm is pretty useless, in my
opinion, without a Mr. Hand attached to it. As I see it, Mr. Hand must be
okay with the Church too, else why would God have tempted me with TWO
hands? I only have one heart, and one brain, and one butthole (which gets
clogged sometimes). But I have duplicate Mr. Hands, just in case I lose
one.
Now on this day we are supposed to celebrate our special Valentine.
But, really, lovers come and go. Mr. Hand is always there. I think we
should replace ValentineÕs Day with Mr. Hand Day. Instead of handing out
cards we could spend all day shaking hands, and demonstrating how handy
our hands are.
And so I have composed a Mr. Hand Day poem:
Attached to me, what do I see?
Yes it is very Handy
A Mr. Hand I see
Please remove my snot for me
And help me with my dooty.
Now when itÕs time to read some smut
I can tickle my butt
Or I can put my hand in front
And, I say, not to be blunt
I can shoot my wad you see,
Because Mr. Hand helps me!
Who needs girls with Mr. Hand?
Why send Valentines across the land?
Just unzip, and sit or stand
And make use of your Mr. Hand!
So today we celebrate
And let us appreciate
What we all know we use
That glorious item of self-abuse!
AND IN THE END...
THE VALENTINEÕS DAY MASSACRE!
ÒAll I ask is one sex story from every guy whoÕs lonely on ValentineÕs
Day.Ó
- God
(I forget what Bible verse thatÕs from. -h.j.)
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